Nightfall (Devil's Night, #4)

by Penelope Douglas

“Wait,” I bit out. She spun around, smiling ear to ear. I joined her again, and we both walked over to Will’s truck, still parked. “You’re sitting up front,” she told me. “My house is first.” Huh—? But she shoved me at the door of the huge, black Ford Raptor and pulled open the back door, climbing into the truck before I could utter an argument. Seriously? I yanked open the door and stepped up into the truck, ignoring Will’s eyes as I plopped my ass down and slammed the door. But just then, the back door opened again, and I shot a glance over my shoulder, watching Elle quickly exit the truck again and close the door. “What are you…?” She walked past my window, swinging around and moving backward as she winked at me. “Have a safe ride!” she sing-songed, doing a taunting little wave. What the…? I stopped breathing as realization dawned. This was a trick. Dammit. The locks clicked, the parking lot still swarmed with people, and I was officially done for the day, shaking my head as I watched her disappear into the crowd. “That’s what I get for trying to make a friend,” I grumbled. I pulled my seatbelt on, glaring over at Will as a smile curled his lips and he started the engine.